It's not meant to be sane.
It isn't meant to be calm,
or rational, or easy.
It's meant to burn.
It's meant to burst out of you
like that yell you can't contain,
like that levy splitting at the seams.
Your mind is the concrete;
holding back,
double checking.
Your mind is that safety net
keeping you from falling.
But it isn't meant to be sane,
or calm, or easy.
So fall. Go ahead,
let it burn you.
Let it tear you apart, let it
rip you to shreds.
Let it break you down
in the licking fires of
passion. Let it destroy you.
Let it engulf you in that flame.
Let it burn you,
so that from the ashes,
love may be free at last.
Because it's not meant to be sane.
It isn't meant to be calm, or easy,
or painless.

So go ahead, let it burn you.